lesbian! Gemma gasped. She wasn't, but they wouldn't know that and might get the wrong idea about her! She wouldn't even be able to protest or explain!
To her intense shame, Gemma felt her tawny nipples quiver and twitch and her eyes bulged as she saw the twin buds begin to stiffen and grown hard as she visualised knowing female fingers toying with her. Bound as she was, she couldn't possibly evade their touch or cover herself and would have no choice but to endure whatever they did to her. Not to mention what the third handler, the man might do. Or Roxwell, when they had aroused her and sent for him to see the results of her arousal!
Gemma's slim muscles corded beneath her skin as she strained against her bonds and her belly churned with a mix of hear and shameful arousal as she anticipated the return of her captors and a repeat of the irresistible stimulation which had lead to her helpless submission to Roxwell in the van on her way to this place. A submission she had been forced to give once and which she had an awful, growing conviction that she would be made to give again! And again, and again!
Struggling in her bondage, Gemma froze as the door to her cell swung open and footsteps approached her. Held by the strap from her head to her ankles, she could not look up and trembled wildly as three sets of legs came into her field of view. Two female and one male, her handlers. Gemma panted for breath, knowing that her displayed body lay open to any torment they chose to inflict upon her.
The breath exploded from her lungs as, without giving her a moment's notice to prepare, two palms cupped her outthrust breasts and two sets of fingers captured her already-hard nipples, rubbing, squeezing and twirling the prominent buds and sending unbearable jolts of tremendous stimulation racing through her immobilised body!
Gemma screamed shrilly into her huge gag, devastated by the merciless assault, but was powerless to control the instant and automatic responses forced from her as she was sent spinning into a frenzy of desperate need. Her nipples sprang erect, throbbing and quivering as the hands caressed her flesh and she whimpered and moaned as she learned that her handlers were frighteningly skilled in extracting the maximum degree of fervid, burning lust from any captive unfortunate enough to fall into their clutches!
The leather straps of her bondage impressed their marks in her soft, resilient flesh as, again and again, Gemma shuddered and strained in maddened arousal to the ruthless demands of her handlers, squealing for mercy, for just a moment's respite from the inferno of lust consuming her.
Dimly, through her haze of enforced passion, Gemma was vaguely aware of three different sets of hands fondling her engorged and throbbing breasts, but was far to distraught and out of control to fully realise, let alone care, that she was being tormented by both the man and the two women!
Drowning in the whirlpool of sexual excitement created in her by the knowing fingers of her handlers, Gemma surrendered to the storm of arousal sweeping over her, her brain giving up the futile attempt to retain some form of control over her body and leaving her entirely at the mercy of the physical sensations overwhelming her as she shuddered in the iron grip of needs and lusts, the like of which she had never known before! Had never even known could exist!
Lost in the depths of her desire, squealing in terrible ecstasy to every calculated touch of her handlers, Gemma was not even aware that one of them had left the room.
It was only when the strap holding her bent head was released and her head was forced back to make her look up that Gemma, moaning and juddering in the throes of her need, realised with a stab of pure unalloyed horror, that Roxwell was standing before her, his eyes gleaming with triumph as he surveyed her naked, sweat-streaked, helplessly-responding body!
Before she could even begin
To her intense shame, Gemma felt her tawny nipples quiver and twitch and her eyes bulged as she saw the twin buds begin to stiffen and grown hard as she visualised knowing female fingers toying with her. Bound as she was, she couldn't possibly evade their touch or cover herself and would have no choice but to endure whatever they did to her. Not to mention what the third handler, the man might do. Or Roxwell, when they had aroused her and sent for him to see the results of her arousal!
Gemma's slim muscles corded beneath her skin as she strained against her bonds and her belly churned with a mix of hear and shameful arousal as she anticipated the return of her captors and a repeat of the irresistible stimulation which had lead to her helpless submission to Roxwell in the van on her way to this place. A submission she had been forced to give once and which she had an awful, growing conviction that she would be made to give again! And again, and again!
Struggling in her bondage, Gemma froze as the door to her cell swung open and footsteps approached her. Held by the strap from her head to her ankles, she could not look up and trembled wildly as three sets of legs came into her field of view. Two female and one male, her handlers. Gemma panted for breath, knowing that her displayed body lay open to any torment they chose to inflict upon her.
The breath exploded from her lungs as, without giving her a moment's notice to prepare, two palms cupped her outthrust breasts and two sets of fingers captured her already-hard nipples, rubbing, squeezing and twirling the prominent buds and sending unbearable jolts of tremendous stimulation racing through her immobilised body!
Gemma screamed shrilly into her huge gag, devastated by the merciless assault, but was powerless to control the instant and automatic responses forced from her as she was sent spinning into a frenzy of desperate need. Her nipples sprang erect, throbbing and quivering as the hands caressed her flesh and she whimpered and moaned as she learned that her handlers were frighteningly skilled in extracting the maximum degree of fervid, burning lust from any captive unfortunate enough to fall into their clutches!
The leather straps of her bondage impressed their marks in her soft, resilient flesh as, again and again, Gemma shuddered and strained in maddened arousal to the ruthless demands of her handlers, squealing for mercy, for just a moment's respite from the inferno of lust consuming her.
Dimly, through her haze of enforced passion, Gemma was vaguely aware of three different sets of hands fondling her engorged and throbbing breasts, but was far to distraught and out of control to fully realise, let alone care, that she was being tormented by both the man and the two women!
Drowning in the whirlpool of sexual excitement created in her by the knowing fingers of her handlers, Gemma surrendered to the storm of arousal sweeping over her, her brain giving up the futile attempt to retain some form of control over her body and leaving her entirely at the mercy of the physical sensations overwhelming her as she shuddered in the iron grip of needs and lusts, the like of which she had never known before! Had never even known could exist!
Lost in the depths of her desire, squealing in terrible ecstasy to every calculated touch of her handlers, Gemma was not even aware that one of them had left the room.
It was only when the strap holding her bent head was released and her head was forced back to make her look up that Gemma, moaning and juddering in the throes of her need, realised with a stab of pure unalloyed horror, that Roxwell was standing before her, his eyes gleaming with triumph as he surveyed her naked, sweat-streaked, helplessly-responding body!
Before she could even begin
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